Guest Post: by Sheila Dembowski
My Family: Where Life Begins and Love Never Ends.
“Families are like branches on a tree. We grow in different directions yet our roots remain as one.” ~ Suzy Kassem
I have been blessed in so many ways, but one blessing I never take for granted is my wonderful family. The last few months, I have had the pleasure of witnessing family celebrations that included a baby shower and a wedding. Watching the younger generations grow up and blossom … that is such a gift…
The visual of a tree and its branches has always been a beautiful representation to me of how a family forms and grows.
The parents are the roots and the children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren are the branches, extending in different directions, following their own unique paths, yet originating from the same foundation.
As we live our lives, I think it is also wise to remember where we came from and all of the support and guidance our parents and grandparents gave us.
Spending time with your family members reminds you of that and I find that very comforting. Family is literally where life begins and love never ends.
As a parent myself, I embrace the gift of watching my own son as he grew up into the wonderful young man he is today.
I also try to stay in contact as much as I can with my family and all of those branches. There is beauty in remembering, in celebrating, in supporting one another … That is really what being a family is all about, isn’t it?
Yes … the connection between families and trees … to me, it seems so obvious …
Both are symbols of life … of how we are connected to everything that surrounds us … that we are more than what people see … that there lies beneath us and within us, great strength and purpose … and hope…
About the Author
Bio — Sheila Dembowski is a retired school librarian who loves spreading kindness and positive news stories through her Substack, “The Kindness Boomerang Newsletter”.
In a time period where we are inundated with computers, texting, smartphones and multimedia entertainment, it is her hope to remind people what unites us as human beings –- our ability, and our choice, to be kind and compassionate to others, through our words and our actions.
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A Personal Note to Sheila:
Thank you most sincerely for giving me the opportunity to share your heartfelt guest post with my readers and friends. I love finding good writers who share the same principles and love of family.
I hope everyone will take time to visit your Substack. I’m sure they will agree, you put your heart into your writing. You would be an asset to anyone’s Subscriber List.
Love and hugs,
C.J.
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Thank you for the restack, Connie Casella!
Many years ago I lived in the very far north, squirreled away from civilization. Every few weeks I would descend to the forest to the plain below. . As I reentered the world of men, leaving behind the world of squirrels, snowshoes and spruce grouse, I would wonder whether, when I left the trees, I would find peace on earth. Of course I never did. But I would visit a single mother and her little boy. She was a good cook, and I would usually have a few snowshoes, some grouse, and a few moose steaks. It was a comforting substitution for peace on earth, and I enjoyed playing with the little boy for whom disorder and mayhem were still not even shadows in a distant future.